Chapter 206: Five Thousand Years Attack Part One (Part Two)

Ye Fan, holding the Moon Seal in his left hand and the Sun Seal in his right, stood suspended in the air, truly like a divine being!

"How could this be?"

The nine masters, even when joining forces, were suppressed and felt an endless sense of exhaustion.

"Candlelight Illumination of the Divine Universe!" shouted the Sect Leader of Qingxia. The bronze lamp in his hand flew out and settled high in the sky.

The bronze lamp flickered, its fiery light reaching the heavens. The lampwick astonishingly transformed into a human figure, a disheveled human body swaying and scattering immense flames.

"Lend me your divine power to refine this fiend!" roared the Sect Leader of Qingxia.

Beside him, the eight Grand Elders all nodded. Each of them shot a dazzling beam of light, injecting it into the bronze lamp.

The Sect Leader of Qingxia also exerted his power, sending nine fire dragons soaring into the sky, connecting with the bronze lamp and shining brilliantly. Inside the bronze lamp, the human-shaped wick was nourished, rapidly expanding, emitting roars, and spewing out vast sheets of flame that surged towards Ye Fan.

The Candlelight Illumination of the Divine Universe, like a blazing sun suspended in the sky, was filled with destructive undulations.

Ye Fan, holding the Sun Seal in his right hand, materialized a celestial sun as large as a millstone, brimming with vitality, incredibly potent, and full of surging energy.

*Bang!*

He lightly shook the Sun Seal in his right hand, and the millstone-sized celestial sun collided with the flames from the bronze lamp in the sky. Flames surged, emitting crackling sounds.

*Boom!*

Ye Fan pushed the celestial sun with his right hand, shattering the bronze lamp and crushing it instantly. The human-shaped wick let out a long, tragic cry before vanishing into eternal nothingness.

The Sect Leader of Qingxia's weapon was destroyed, and the other eight Grand Elders were also affected, all retreating simultaneously.

*Rumble, rumble, rumble!*

The Moon Seal in Ye Fan's left hand, a millstone-sized bright moon, rotated on its own and descended upon the nine individuals.

This was an offensive posture, mighty and overbearing, suppressing nine people with a single force, like an unstoppable torrent.

The nine individuals rapidly retreated, as if facing the charge of a thousand armies, their bodies trembling violently and their faces pale.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Ye Fan, holding the Sun and Moon Seals, pursued the Sect Leader of Qingxia. His speed was astonishingly fast; who could stop him?

His entire body glowed, accompanied by the sun and moon, as sacred as an immortal. Dust avoided him, and his long robes fluttered as he instantly arrived before them.

The grand Sun and Moon Seals, vibrant and majestic, descended with the power to suppress mountains and rivers.

The Sect Leader of Qingxia roared. At this moment of life and death, his body burst into flames, illuminating all directions.

The deity born from his Dao Palace rushed forward, blocking the Sun and Moon Seals, sacrificing itself in his stead.

Ye Fan's grand seals were unparalleled, descending and crushing everything in their path. The deity was instantly reduced to dust.

The other eight Grand Elders came to the rescue, finally managing to save the Sect Leader of Qingxia's main body. His face was ashen white, his body trembled slightly, and his vitality was damaged.

In the distance, the disciples of Qingxia were terrified. What kind of power was this? With the Sun and Moon Seals in hand, Ye Fan had nearly killed their Sect Leader with a single strike.

"Impossible! What secret art is this? He's suppressing all nine of us alone, and he shows no signs of exhaustion!"

"Even the various Holy Lords in their youth, I believe, didn't possess such combat power. What exactly is his origin?"

"His physique is very unique, possessing an unending supply of divine power. Is he truly a divine body?"

"The most terrifying thing is that secret art. It's ever-changing, and I seem to have heard of it. The various life-and-death techniques it manifests are simply unparalleled."

The Sect Leader of Qingxia and the eight Grand Elders exchanged quick, astonished glances.

At this moment, Ye Fan had already surged forward, exerting immense pressure. He advanced, accompanied by the sun and moon, his robes fluttering, his face refined and handsome, yet he was overpowering the nine powerful experts, as if an immortal king.

The nine individuals dared not separate at all. If their power were to scatter even slightly, all nine would perish. Such overwhelming pressure sent chills down their spines.

Eight deities and nine true forms combined, creating an inescapable net everywhere, yet they couldn't trap Ye Fan. On the contrary, more weapons shattered, and they struggled to hold on.

"I... I can't hold on!" shouted one of the Grand Elders, his skin beginning to crack all over his body.

Ye Fan chose him as a breakthrough point. His great killing art focused solely on this one person, like a sharp celestial sword, indomitable, shattering his weapon before striking forward.

The deity he manifested bore the brunt of the attack, dying in his stead. However, the Grand Elder himself did not escape. He was shaken to death by Ye Fan. Moonlight, like water, emanated a milky white glow from the millstone-sized bright moon, while the dazzling sun's brilliance, mighty and resplendent, radiated golden divine light.

Ye Fan, holding the Sun and Moon Seals, stood suspended in the high heavens like a divine king, as if he alone reigned supreme across the nine heavens and ten earths. Though his demeanor was transcendent, he possessed an even more captivating divine might.

His attack power was too immense. Cultivators of the same realm, even with so many joining forces, couldn't stop him; it was like porcelain colliding with bedrock. In the distance, the disciples of Qingxia turned ashen, feeling that this young devil king was simply irresistible.

Ye Fan's mind was clear and serene, and he felt his own power. The Nine Secrets had brought him too much shock; his offensive techniques were invincible wherever he went.

He even had the urge to compete with the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang and others, but he ultimately suppressed the impulse. He was currently still some distance from the Holy Land successors. If he reached the edge of the third secret realm, he might then be able to contend with those Holy Sons.

Once one entered the third secret realm—Four Extremities—progress could only be made through enlightenment. At that point, neither sources nor herbs would be useful; one could only advance by comprehending oneself.

For Ye Fan's physique, the Dao Palace Secret Realm was extremely crucial. His body was like a bottomless pit; with enough sources, his divine power could be endless, allowing him to rapidly increase his strength.

However, the sources he required were an astronomical number. For the five stages of the Dao Palace, each stage multiplied the requirement by ten, and by the end, the sheer amount needed would be unbearable even for a Holy Land. At this moment, the experts of Qingxia wanted to escape, feeling intimidated, but they feared Ye Fan would defeat them one by one, so they dared not act rashly.

Ye Fan let out a cold snort, pressed forward, and locked onto one of them.

"Dark Cry, lend me a hand!" shouted the Grand Elder of Qingxia Sect.

He opened his mouth and spat out a purple-gold gourd, which rapidly expanded. Then he sent his deity into it, merging it with the gourd that was naturally born from his Dao body.

Weapons like bells, pagodas, and gourds naturally condensed Dao charm, making them incredibly difficult to refine. But once successful, they possessed immense power.

The purple-gold gourd, as massive as a mountain, crashed down. The other seven also assisted simultaneously, unleashing streams of divine radiance to collectively propel this artifact and suppress Ye Fan.

Ye Fan continued to hold the Sun and Moon Seals without changing his posture. He pushed the sun and moon with both hands, like two revolving millstones, their radiance illuminating his body, as if an immortal king patrolling the heavens.

*Boom!*

While still seemingly far off, the gourd's mouth suddenly opened, emitting wisps of purple mist, which then formed a massive vortex, sucking Ye Fan in like a whale drinking.

"Good!"

The others shouted, roused themselves, and began to channel their divine power to refine the gourd.

"Truly worthy of being Qingxia's strongest treasure!"

"Quickly refine him, don't let him break out!"

The Sect Leader of Qingxia and the seven Grand Elders worked together, collectively urging the refinement. The purple-gold gourd shimmered brilliantly, permeated with purple mist that enveloped the entire sky.

However, at this very moment, a terrifying aura spread out, making everyone's hearts pound.

The purple-gold gourd shook violently. A divine light burst out, and a large hole appeared on its surface, forcefully torn open by brute strength.

Ye Fan, holding the moon in his left palm and pushing the sun with his right, struck out with immense force, like a demonic lord emerging, his killing aura soaring to the heavens.

*Crack!*

The purple-gold gourd rapidly cracked, starting from its mouth and then spreading downwards.

*Crackle!*

Like a dilapidated ancient palace that had stood for many years collapsing, debris falling to the ground, fragments of the gourd scattered everywhere.

*Boom!*

Ye Fan, holding the Sun and Moon Seals, continuously vibrated them. Everything in their path turned to dust. This extraordinary purple-gold gourd was instantly shattered into ashes by him.

*Thud!*

The owner of the purple-gold gourd was crushed by the sun and moon, emitting a faint scream before his form and spirit were utterly destroyed.

*Boom!*

At the same time, Ye Fan formed a seal, unleashing the sun and moon. The two circular discs caught up with two Grand Elders, enveloped them, and the two vanished without a sound.

In the blink of an eye, he had killed three Grand Elders, completely suppressing the rest.

"How can such terrifying attack power exist? This defies common sense! Even the various Holy Lords in their youth certainly didn't possess such combat power!"

"At this age and in this realm, he shouldn't have such strength. It makes no sense that he can suppress so many of us at the same level! If he becomes a powerful figure, does that mean one person could fight multiple Holy Lords alone?"

"I thought of another person," the Sect Leader of Qingxia said, his face ashen white. "Someone like this appeared in the Northern Region before."

"Are you referring to the person with the greatest attack power in the Northern Region for five thousand years?" a Grand Elder's expression changed.

"For five thousand years, the person with the greatest attack power in the Northern Region is Jiang Taixu—this is universally acknowledged."

"Although he disappeared four thousand years ago, and many exceptionally talented individuals have emerged since, he has always been regarded as the paramount attacker in the Northern Region for five millennia, unsurpassed by anyone."

Divine King Jiang Taixu was renowned throughout the world. Four thousand years ago, he was invincible, unmatched in offensive techniques, and peerless in the Northern Region. In terms of attack power, he was indisputably ranked first.

"He was a Great Accomplished Divine King, rumored to possess supreme secret arts, naturally making him the foremost attacker in the Northern Region for five millennia."

The Sect Leader of Qingxia and the Grand Elders broke out in a cold sweat, feeling that Ye Fan's attack power was comparable to that of Divine King Jiang when he was young.

"Indeed, judging by those legends, this youth greatly resembles Jiang Taixu. His achievements in his youth are similar. Could he be the second Divine King?"

Were they perhaps facing a young divine king with unparalleled talent in offensive combat?

Jiang Taixu's fame was immense. Although he had disappeared four thousand years ago, he had left behind endless legends in the Northern Region, even down to the precise strength of his attack power at various ages.

"This youth's offensive power... it truly is comparable to Divine King Jiang's at the same age. Does this mean the name of the foremost attacker will be rewritten in the future?"

The Qingxia Sect Leader and the Grand Elders quickly exchanged a few words, all feeling a chill in their hearts. They knew they had provoked an extraordinary individual.

Although he was merely a youth, they saw his extraordinary future.

Ye Fan heard their whispers and saw their fear. He had never considered being the foremost attacker; after all, he had been hunted relentlessly and still couldn't openly show himself.

"You know quite a lot. In that case, I certainly can't let you go. I need to quietly improve my strength here. If you spread this, wouldn't I become a public enemy of those Holy Maidens and Holy Sons? The greatest attack power... what a grand reputation!"

"Run!"

Vaguely guessing Ye Fan's physique and inferring that he cultivated supreme killing arts, these individuals were completely terrified. Having long lost their will to fight, they scattered in all directions, attempting to flee.

At this moment, dignity, face—all became irrelevant. Only survival was real. If he truly was a young divine king, even if they had twice as many people, they would have no chance of winning.

In the distance, Qingxia's disciples, seeing their Sect Leader and Grand Elders desperately flee, instantly panicked and all fled.

"Too bad, this place has been sealed by me. Not one of you will escape!"

Ye Fan spread his arms, conjuring celestial winds. Phoenix feathers appeared, shimmering around his left arm, and a pair of colorful wings truly emerged, sending five-colored divine light soaring to the heavens.

He was like a phoenix shaking its wings. A pair of divine wings shot out, striking forward, instantly tearing two Grand Elders to shreds.

Next, he formed a sky-supporting seal, and an ancient mountain emerged, towering majestically above his head, grand and imposing, adorned with flying birds, walking beasts, and towering ancient trees.

He then formed another seal, pressing forward. The grand mountain descended like a seal, vibrating downwards with a *boom*, reducing the Sect Leader of Qingxia in front of him to ashes.